Chapter 19 #3
“Like hell you are, Ren. You’re my wife.
” Padraig pulled her against him and fisted her hair in his hand, but he would never force her.
He waited for her to pull away, to push him away, but her gray eyes with the tinge of green eyes filled with tears as she nodded.
He lowered his mouth to hers, careful to go slowly and not frighten her.
He would only do what she wanted. Their lips brushed together, and a tingle shot through Cairren’s body.
She needed to be closer to Padraig, not just skin to skin.
She needed to feel safe with him again, like she had for the brief time he sneaked to her chamber each night.
The kiss was tender as Padraig eased his tongue into her mouth.
He refused to rush, wanting to draw out each moment, making up for the hurtful things said that night.
“Ren, will you share my bed with me tonight?”
Cairren looked at the massive bed and remembered how Padraig had been so caring and encouraging their first night together.
He’d tended to her wants and her needs, and she’d trusted him.
Only to have it all come crashing down. She closed her eyes as tears leaked from below her lids.
Her body and her mind were at war. She hungered for the feel of him inside her, but her memory warned her she had no one to blame but herself for the inevitable misery that would come in the morning.
She looked at the bed again as she struggled not to cry.
“Cairren, you’re the only woman who has ever shared that bed with me.” Cairren look up at him, confused and disbelieving. “I’ve never had a mistress, only women I’ve visited in the village. I swear to you that I’ve never coupled with her. You’re the only one who’s been in my bed besides me.”
“I—I—I want to believe you. I choose to believe you; otherwise, I’m the greatest fool for agreeing to staying here tonight.”
“You’ll stay?” Padraig beamed when Cairren nodded. “I can sleep by the hearth, if you’d rather.” Padraig didn’t want to, but he would do anything to bring Cairren’s smile back. He wanted the one he’d seen directed at Alex and the Kennedys to be the one directed at him.
“I don’t want to sleep on the floor.” At Padraig’s puzzled look, her gazed softened. “That’s where I’d end up because I want to spend the night beside you.”
They undressed in silence before the fire.
Padraig watched the light flicker off of Cairren’s bronze skin, and he traced the shadows as they danced across her breasts.
He kissed along her neck until he reached the spot behind her ear where he nuzzled and licked.
His hand slid between them, and he groaned when he discovered the moisture pooling between her thighs.
He flicked his fingers into her entrance, and Cairren moaned as she pressed her hips forward.
Padraig sank to his knees, kissing the inside of her thigh as he nudged them apart.
A brief thought tapped at his brain as he recalled Cairren saying Myrna had enjoyed being pleasured by his tongue.
He knew that wasn’t true, but he intended on being sure Cairren learned what he wanted his tongue to do to her.
He lapped at her seam and chuckled when she gasped and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
He glanced up, and his wolfish grin made Cairren’s lips part as she panted.
She released his hair and watched as he pressed his mouth to her mons.
It surprised him that she’d kept her mound smooth despite their unpredictable relationship.
For a moment he wondered if she was doing it for someone else’s benefit.
“I just like it better. It’s more comfortable,” Cairren whispered, reading his mind. “You’re the only mon who knows.”
Padraig teased her body until she begged for him to bring her to release.
She clutched his shoulders to keep her balance as she grew lightheaded from the sensations coursing through her.
While tasting her release tempted him, he wanted to be buried inside Cairren for each of the climaxes he intended to bring her.
He eased her down, so she straddled his kneeling legs.
Guiding her hips, the tip of his cock slid along her seam, and by silent mutual agreement, he pulled her onto his cock as she dropped her weight onto his lap.
They kissed as their bodies moved together, and just as every time in the past, Padraig marveled at how being joined with Cairren surpassed any other experience in his life.
The world fell away until it was just the two of them, locked in the throes of passion until Cairren’s strangled cry signaled a release that left her breathless.
Padraig thrust over and over as she encouraged him to stop holding back.
Their movements became frenzied as they each sought to bring the other to climax.
When Padraig couldn’t withstand the need any longer, he ground Cairren against his rod.
“You are mine, Cairren. I won’t let you go.
I know what I’m saying, and I mean it.” Padraig promised as his seed filled her core.
Cairren refused to read more into it, and she didn’t want to hear anything that would later crush her.
She pressed her mouth to his until their tremors subsided, and Padraig carried Cairren to his bed.
They slept little that night as their need was insatiable, and neither was inclined to deny the other.